Odder Moniker - Talking Dante (Ric Flair)

When you're burning in Hell, fire is the main source of pain
Unless, we're talking Dante
So, if you're going through Hell, make it rain
Too depressed to have a passion so I'm using music to make a living-ish
Making a killing off them feelings-ish
Dealing, then wheeling to another town
(Jet flying, limosine riding) woo!
Which way now?
Fork in the road
Figure it out
Kick that depression from my possessions
Kick that anxiety like an old pair of Nikes so I can just do it
Don't ask me how
I don't got advice, just a bag, and it's loud
I can scream as you catch the sweat from my brow
You're catching hands in the crowd
I'm living slightly larger on a wicked sound
Climbing up The Vines hanging down
Is it safe? Let's figure it out
Making a killing off this vision
Spittin' venom
Is it cold?
Get mittens
Feeling the heat?
Then you're listening
I want the weather not the news, so make it rain and start spittin'

Written by:
Kyle Tennison

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